The realm of sprouts can leave no one quite Even in the night – When they give out their sweet smell everywhere outside. But there’s one, who mimicry, The daring brightness tries To hide decrepitude and ugliness inside. She belongs to earth, not to herself And she thinks illusions will help. She’ll fight her fate Till the end of her days.
Violets instead of the eyes – The absurd attempts To cheat the rules of life, To get her beauty back. The colored face lies, The abyss attacks Despite of all the tries, She smells death!
Let the unnatural satin of her lips Remind her of the petals Which covered her nuptial bed in the garden. But now it’s more alike To the stinking blood Copulating to some rot in a carton. The mask of a sad clown Will make all the wishes down. And once she’s taken aback By her life going away step by step.
It will never be like it was before – The farther the harder, the worse the more. The infirm limbs, depleted flesh, It is the right time to go to trash. Resistance to aging, self-delusion - stuff is used. Bright colours confusion – a poor exuse.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
